Francis Mosses (MilkMan) x Fem! Reader

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It was 4:00 am and you were getting ready for work. You were walking around the apartment trying to find some of your stuff, you remember that a few night ago that you left your hair brush in his bathroom. You open his bedroom door to see him sound asleep. You walking around his bathroom, your hand up infront of you as a guide-not wanting to turn the lights on and wake Francis up.

You finally find the brush and walk out, Francis was not a pretty sleeper. He was sprawled across his bed, trying to sleep comfortably. The poor guy needs it. Just before you leave his room, you can hear him whispering to himself in his sleep.

"Y/n..." His voice was really soft, you almost didn't hear it. His tone was happy but also desperate, not like that though.

You turn your head around to look at him, to make sure he is still asleep. Otherwise; this would be a very awkward situation. Fortunately, He was asleep.

You leave, not wanting to intrude more. Walking down the hallway, you see a man with a million dollar smile. You walk past him and say good morning to each other. Then you see what he is looking at.

The D.D.D was cleaning out his room. It looked messy, you didn't remember the process being that gruesome when you were attacked.

"Hey what happened?" You ask the man. He looks at you and sighs.

"The idiot doorman keeps letting these unsightly creatures in, we need a new hire." Boredom to sadness to anger in three seconds. He sure can be mean.

"Oh hey! You're the new neighbor right? Moved in with that milk boy?" He does a little finger gun at you, smile coming back. He has mood swings like a girl.

"Yeah, he's my best friend. Known him for a very long time." A shy smile made it's way on to your face.

"Best friend? The way he looks at you, I would've thought something else." He turns his head back to look into his apartment, crossing his arms.

"What do you mean by that?" You shift your weight to one side.

He just looks you up and down.

You eventually leave for work. You got to the airport and met up with your coworkers. Luckily your plane didn't go far, just to the next state over.

-Time skip-

You get home after 16 hours and you are exhausted. 16 hours of kids screaming and crying, people needing stuff every second and you just have to help them with a big smile on your face. The amount of times you were about to lose your shit. This isn't new though, your job has always been stressful but now you have someone to go home to and he knows how to cheer you up.

Kicking your heels off, you sit on the couch. Francis didn't come out when he heard the front door shut so either he isn't here or he is busy. Busy he was, you could hear his shower running.

You lay on the couch and stare at the ceiling for what feel like forever, you can feel yourself to start dozing off. Then you hear his bedroom door open, you sit up to see the sight of Francis, fresh out the shower.

His hair was messing and dripping, his eyebags remained but brightend, he was shirtless but wearing sweatpants, his upper figure seemed as he used to work out. Key word being 'used to' as it looks that his muscles weren't very visible, they would be more obvious if he flexed. He had tan lines stopping at point where it looked like he was wearing a tank top when he got some sun.

He was beautiful.

"Hey" He says with a tired voice, mouth full of toothpaste as he was also brushing his teeth.

"Hi" You lay back down, one leg hung over the arm rest of the couch and a arm sat on the back of the couch.

"You okay?" He says with genuine worry.

"Yeah just tired." You sigh.

"Yeah, I get that." He chuckles

You smile at him and get up, then you head into your room. You face planted right into your bed and fall asleep to the image of Francis you just saw. He was absolutely majestic.